Baby, It's Cold Outside

Chapter 1: Baby, It's Cold Outside (pt.1)

Emerson's POV

That bastard. Is really the only thought going through my mind right now.

Two years, two years is what I gave to that man. I gave him my heart, my trust, and clearly all my common sense.

Nick Arry; a tall beautiful basketball player that I had fallen for. We met at an engagement party, and seemed to click. He called me the next day, asking me out and from then on out... It felt like heaven.

But apparently he didn't feel the way I did, at least not for the full two years.

He called me late this evening, asking me to meet him at the bar I just left. I dressed like it was one of our usual bar/club outings. A tight white dress and nude colored heels. Bringing a coat since it started to snow when I left.

I hadn't prepared myself for what was going to happen when I got there and found him. Maybe it was because I was blind and unable to see the signs, or maybe there were no signs.

He greeted me with a smile; which now I can identify as fake. He called me by his nickname for me; "Hey Emmy." His eyes showed false love and phoney anticipation for my arrival.

We ordered drinks and maybe if I knew what I was in for I would've ordered more.

He started off by thanking me for meeting him, and that he wanted to talk to me about something- something important. When he said that, that's when my hands felt clammy and I was unsure of what was coming next. But I really didn't expect this.

He cheated on me. For how long, he didn't say. He told me that it started with just sex, but over time he realized he loved this girl. More than he loved me.

"But you told me you loved me." I had said to him. "You told me lies while you told her the truth." I said, looking down at the table. Not being able to look at Nick.

I felt like a fool. A damn fool.

"I did love you." He hurried to say, and that's when I looked up at him. "Fuck you. Anything that comes out of your mouth are lies." I yelled at him and almost threw my drink in his face.

But instead I just got up and walked out. Telling myself that I took the high road, hoping it would stop my urge to cry. Walking out of that bar took all I had.

Walking away from the only man I've ever loved and the only future could see.

So here I am on a cold and snowy Friday night. Walking along the icy sidewalk, the cold nipping at my face. Afraid that if I shed a tear that it would stick to my face like the icicles hanging from the roofs I pass.

"I have to go out for a few hours." He would tell me if we were spending a weekend together. I thought nothing of it, thinking it was an errand or something for work.

Now looking back I feel like an oblivious imbecile. Shaking my head as I stare down at my heels hitting the pavement.

I never checked his texts, his emails. Any of his personal spending. I swore to myself that I wouldn't be that kind of girlfriend; or that kind of person.  But in hindsight maybe I should have. Maybe if I had caught it sooner, found out in a different way, I wouldn't feel this much pain.

He loved me. But he loved her more.

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I don't have a clue what time it is. I tried to check my phone but of course the battery was dead. My purse was taken from me at the bar, and when I found it... someone took anything I had in there.